In the Good Old Summertime Page #8

Efficient...

eXtremely honest...

and because of his diligence,

I promoted him.

I promoted him.

I was so proud of him.

Like a son he was to me.

- There's Andrew for his letter.

- Come in.

Morning, sir.

I will finish in a moment.

Where was I?

"Because of his diligence,

I promoted him... "

To the position of top salesman.

Yes, and that was not all.

I was going to make you manager.

When Nellie and I were married...

I was going to put you

in charge of the store.

Then you have to do this to me.

I'm sorry, sir.

There's nothing I can say now.

Otto, let's forget it.

Andy's leaving, and you have your violin.

That's the trouble. I haven't my violin.

Last night, for the first time

I heard it played as it should be played.

I knew then I had no right to it.

I want you to give it

to your young lady friend.

Give it to her with my blessing.

Take it tonight...

after you finish work.

And now that you are manager...

you might give yourself a raise.

You see?

Sometimes I can admit I am wrong.

Get going, manager.

Mr. Hickey and Mr. Hansen! On your toes!

As your new manager,

I ask for a little more holiday spirit.

- You're manager?

- Congratulations.

- That's more like it.

- Thanks.

- Where's Miss Fisher?

- In the locker room.

Hickey, you open up.

We'll make this the biggest Christmas Eve

Oberkugen has ever had.

- Let's sell out the store.

- Good.

- What happened?

- What?

What are you talking about?

- I thought you were discharged.

- Oh, that. I was.

But Mr. Oberkugen changed his mind,

took me back, and made me manager.

- Congratulations.

- Thanks.

- You know, it means a lot to me.

- It does?

Yes. A raise in salary, and who knows?

Maybe marriage.

You know, she's a very attractive girl.

I think so.

I was quite surprised to find

that you had a girl.

You mean you thought I couldn't get one,

is that it?

There you go,

putting words into my mouth again.

You're the most insufferable man

I've ever met.

- Now what have I done?

- You were bad enough as a salesman...

- but now that you're manager...

- What happened?

- I hurt my finger.

- I'm sorry.

I was happy when I came in this morning.

I was happy, too.

Because I wouldn't have to see you

day in and day out.

I can't stand it anymore.

- I'm leaving!

- Wait a minute.

You can't leave now,

just as I was about to...

What?

I mean, you can't walk out

the day before Christmas...

with the customers coming along.

You needn't worry. I'll finish out the day,

if that's what's bothering you.

But I give you notice, Mr. Manager.

I'm getting out of here tonight.

This lady is interested in this song

and would like to hear it.

Certainly.

- I'll play it for you.

- Thank you.

- What is it? What's wrong?

- Everything.

- Didn't you tell her?

- No. It's all over. Forget it.

Merry Christmas

have a very, very merry Christmas

Dream about your heart's desire

Christmas Eve

when you retire

Santa Claus will stop

and I know he'll drop

Exactly what you wanted

from your chimney top

So be jolly

ha ve a holiday as gay as holly

May the ones you love be near you

with the laugh of friends to cheer you

When the church bells ring

Like the angels sing

And you hear the joyful hymn they chime

Hang a wish from me

on your Christmas tree

For a very merry

Christmas time

My children...

this Christmas Eve has been the biggest

in the history of Oberkugen's.

I want to show you my appreciation.

Miss Fisher, I hope this will be

the first of many Christmases with us.

- Thank you, but I...

- Mr. Hansen, please.

- You have done a fine job.

- Thank you.

There have been times

when I have been a little cross...

but you know I didn't mean it.

Thanks, Uncle Otto.

- Now, Andrew.

- You've already made this...

a very happy Christmas for me.

That is for the manager.

Tell your young lady she should take...

good care of my... Of her Stradivarius.

- Nellie, come.

- Good night.

Good night.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas to you.

I guess you won't need me

to help you lock up.

You go on home to your family,

I'll close up.

- I'll see you tomorrow.

- Yeah.

- Good night, Miss Fisher.

- Good night, Mr. Hansen.

- I beg your pardon.

- Did you lose something?

Yes. I left my stocking cap.

What?

I hope you don't hold it against me,

my making up to Miss Fisher.

I didn't know until last night

that she's in love with you.

I thought I was doing all right,

but I guess the best man won.

- Coming, Hickey?

- Coming.

Good night.

I was wondering if you'd mind

giving this to Mr. Oberkugen.

Now that I'm not going to be here

any longer, I couldn't think of keeping it.

- You're sure you won't change your mind?

- No.

I was going to leave

in a few weeks anyway.

You're not the only one

who's getting married.

Really? When did this happen?

- Let me help you with those.

- Thank you.

When did this happen?

It hasn't happened yet.

- I see.

- Then, of course, he might not ask me.

- Then again...

- He might. Yes.

As a matter of fact,

I happen to know that it will happen.

What?

What do you mean you happen to know?

I might as well tell you.

He came to see me the other day.

- Who?

- Your fianc.

I had a pretty uncomfortable time

with him.

He just didn't believe you

when you wrote and told him...

that I meant nothing to you. Imagine that.

I just can't get this through my head.

You mean that he came to see you?

Yes, that's right.

But you've got nothing to worry about...

because I straightened

the whole thing out.

In a little while, you'll be Mrs. Newspickle.

That's his name, isn't it?

That's what he told me.

Yeah, Newspickle.

- He's a nice fellow. I congratulate you.

- Thank you.

You're a very lucky girl.

Did you find that he was very attractive?

Yes, I thought so.

But don't try to change him.

Don't you go putting him on any diet.

- Would you say he was fat?

- I wouldn't, no.

Personally, I like that little tummy of his.

It gives him a nice homey look.

After all, that's what you want

in a husband, isn't it?

Yeah, that's what I want.

And as for his being bald...

I don't think anyone would know it.

It's very clever the way he lets

those few hairs at the back grow long...

and then combs it forward

over the top of his head...

coming down over his ears.

It's real genius.

- What?

- About his mind...

Didn't you find that he was...

very intelligent and witty...

No, not witty.

As a matter of fact,

I found him quite depressed.

But then, of course, you can't judge a man

when he's out of a job.

Out of a job?

Why, yes.

Why, he never said anything

about that to me.

As you say, he's very sensitive.

But he thinks you can both

live comfortably on what you make.

Did he ask you what I make?

After all, he is your fianc.

He was a little worried at first...

but I promised him

I'd try to get you a raise.

I think this is ridiculous, outrageous.

I wish you could read his letters...

and you'd find out that he has

such a lofty point of view.

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